" You attach a silver chain to my diamond and sapphire studded collar, and place the blindfold over my eyes again, helping me to a stand and leading...me to the swing. You pull on the chain, motioning me to spread my legs position, I needed assistance with my legs into the holes. My hands feel blindly in front of me for a place to hold on to as I feel the swing moving under me. You place my hands on the cool steel chains on at a time and then secure leather straps around each wrist. " Do. I try to open my mouth to call out. My lips don’t respond. My breathing becomes faster, and I make a move to exit my spotlight. Then I hear hissing, like water being thrown on a campfire.‘Don’t Move,’ the voice says. My body becomes still. I struggle to lift even an arm, but I can’t seem to concentrate on the thought long enough to make it happen. My mind swirls with panic and questions. Where am I? Why can’t I move? Or speak? I envision all kinds of bloody scenarios involving serial killers. She said I am liking all this but I am little scared also if something happens to me then. I said, don’t worry, we will not do sex, we will only love each other, do some romance, touching etc., you will be safe, I promise you that. She hugged me and said, I don’t know, tum muze bigad rahe ho (you are spoiling me). I said you are 22 years now, it’s the right age to get spoiled and enjoy a new life. She became little emotional and kept me hugging for some time.I caressed her gently and gave her a. When she realized I opened my eyes she ran to her room and I was so embarrassed. She had never seen me in any state of arousal, let alone stroking and shooting all over myself. I went out after that, to hang out with two of my friends, Lynn and Sam. They were both my age, and looked as if they were sisters. Lynn is 57 and 115 lbs, has long light brown hair, beautiful brown eyes the you could stare into for hours, long shapely legs and an ass that any girl would kill to have, she has 36C.